John Pizzarelli - It Might As Well Be Spring lyrics

The things I used to like, I dont like any more I want a lot of other things Ive never had before Its just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing Im adored Im as restless as a willow in a windstorm Im as jumpy as a puppet on a string Id say that I had spring fever But I know it isnt spring Im as starry eyed and gravely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have spring fever When it isnt even spring? I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words I have never never heard From a man Ive yet to meet Im as busy as a spider spinning daydreams Im as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be, might as well be It might as well be spring